Wishing you all a safe, happy and healthy summer break!
Miss P.
Monday 24 December 2012
Tuesday 4 December 2012
Monday 3 December 2012
Maryanne and Kayla Marie's Plant Pest Solution
Hello
We are two students from Room 3, Waimea Intermediate - Kayla
Marie and Maryanne. For our school topic sustainability we have been studying
New Zealand plant pests.
Firstly we had to learn about the problem. We wrote five
quality questions, and then answered two. We had to also find a diagram that
teaches the viewer something.
We had to come up with five creative solutions to decrease New
Zealand plant pests. We would like to share our best solution with you. It is:
Taint the dandelions with poison so when it spreads it kills the weeds. It’s
scientifically engineered so that it kills weeds but not ‘good’ plants.
Thank you for reading. We hope you like our thinking.
Maryanne and Kayla Marie
Saturday 1 December 2012
Room Three's Page in School Magazine
Thanks Kayla and Caley for putting this together!
Click on the image to view the page.
Click on the image to view the page.
Saturday 24 November 2012
Saturday 17 November 2012
Saturday 10 November 2012
Sunday 4 November 2012
The Arts: Talents on Show in Wellington
Five of our Room 3 students are going to Wellington for a week to present their talents in 'The Arts' to Wellington schools.
Jessica - Dance
Matthew - Guitar in Rock Band
Tamara - Kapa haka
Kayla Marie - Choir
Carl ('Harry') - Guitar in Stage Band
Have an excellent time, and we all look forward to hearing all about it on your return.
We also can't wait to see your concert the week after you get back.
Jessica - Dance
Matthew - Guitar in Rock Band
Tamara - Kapa haka
Kayla Marie - Choir
Carl ('Harry') - Guitar in Stage Band
Have an excellent time, and we all look forward to hearing all about it on your return.
We also can't wait to see your concert the week after you get back.
Saturday 27 October 2012
Sunday 21 October 2012
Saturday 20 October 2012
Congratulations!
Wow-wee! Kayla and Charlotte received their Future Problem Solving exam results yesterday. Their team was placed FIRST against a random selection of New Zealand schools! They also qualified for the NZ Semi-finals. A fantastic achievement girls. All your dedication and hard work has paid off.
Sunday 14 October 2012
Friday 21 September 2012
End of Term
Hi there
There will be no ‘Weekly Sheet’ for Week 11 as I don’t issue home learning in the last week of term.
However, the students’ publishing books are due in for marking on Wednesday. They have been working extremely well on these in class.
Wishing you all a happy, safe and fun holiday...
There will be no ‘Weekly Sheet’ for Week 11 as I don’t issue home learning in the last week of term.
However, the students’ publishing books are due in for marking on Wednesday. They have been working extremely well on these in class.
Wishing you all a happy, safe and fun holiday...
Sunday 16 September 2012
Saturday 8 September 2012
Saturday 1 September 2012
Friday 24 August 2012
Monday 20 August 2012
Jono's Descriptive Writing
The alien stood there pleased with the work he had done. His battle armour gleaming in the moonlight, shafts of serrated stone reaching to the sky like a dying man. The soft breeze whispered in his ear, the deep blue sky is a blanket being pulled over the once light world. His gun humming from the pernicious war. The dust scattered over the lifeless bodies and torrents of blood are oozing through every nook and cranny like scared animals running for cover. He is the destroyer.
Sunday 19 August 2012
Kayla's Descriptive Writing
The snow licked the bare trees, that crooked left and right like a bony hand. The ice crackled over the lake as the tangerine sunrise crept over the hills. The snow is like a field of cotton landing on the rocky terrain. Birds awakened the world with the sweet sound of chirping, that enlightened the cold heavy breeze. Smells of casserole and warming soups surrounded the small yellow cottage. Water dripped down the side of the house and landed on the fluffy snow with a quiet plonk. The trees squirmed wildly like worms and a brown leaf fell from a frost bitten plant, and its branches bowed down as if to say, “Don’t worry spring's on its way."
Sunday 12 August 2012
Friday 3 August 2012
Friday 27 July 2012
Saturday 21 July 2012
Friday 13 July 2012
Sunday 17 June 2012
Sunday 10 June 2012
Tuesday 5 June 2012
Interclass Endball Result
Yay, we won our second interclass game of 'endball' (29-7). The team has improved a lot in the past few weeks. Go Room Three!
Monday 4 June 2012
Saturday 2 June 2012
Shaya and Jessica's Descriptive Writing
THE JAPANESE TSUNAMI
A deadly tsunami sounds like the crashing of a car hitting into a steal pole.
The massive earthquake shakes like the rattling of a washing machine jumping up and down.
The murky flood water reminds me of a dirty bath after a game of soccer in the rain.
Crumbling buildings look like tumbling jenga blocks.
Terrifed people remind me of tiny ants running for their lives.
Gooey liquifaction reminds me of sticky Nutella spreading on my toast.
Floating vehicles look like bobbing icebergs in the ocean.
A deadly tsunami sounds like the crashing of a car hitting into a steal pole.
The massive earthquake shakes like the rattling of a washing machine jumping up and down.
The murky flood water reminds me of a dirty bath after a game of soccer in the rain.
Crumbling buildings look like tumbling jenga blocks.
Terrifed people remind me of tiny ants running for their lives.
Gooey liquifaction reminds me of sticky Nutella spreading on my toast.
Floating vehicles look like bobbing icebergs in the ocean.
Charlotte and Brooke's Descriptive Writing
THE LONDON FIRE
The fierce fire sweeps a wave of terror, weaving throughout the city.
The crumbling London Bridge was like a gush of wind falling to the ocean below.
The shadows of smoke was swallowing the city and cries of pain within.
Suffering victims were staggering to safety as the fire burnt their souls.
The delicious bakery was burning the city into crumbs.
Deep black ashes are like dried tears - meaning an end to pain and suffering.
The devastating news felt like a nightmare that would never happen.
Now years later we remember this as a time of loved lives lost.
The fierce fire sweeps a wave of terror, weaving throughout the city.
The crumbling London Bridge was like a gush of wind falling to the ocean below.
The shadows of smoke was swallowing the city and cries of pain within.
Suffering victims were staggering to safety as the fire burnt their souls.
The delicious bakery was burning the city into crumbs.
Deep black ashes are like dried tears - meaning an end to pain and suffering.
The devastating news felt like a nightmare that would never happen.
Now years later we remember this as a time of loved lives lost.
Friday 1 June 2012
Caley and Kayla's Descriptive Writing
THE TANGIWAI DISASTER
The destroyed bridge is like a crumbling biscuit after cookie monster attacked it with his teeth.
The smothered victims are like scared lost animals in quicksand, unable to escape certain death.
An exploding crater reminds me of a broken water main spouting its contents everywhere.
The slipping landslide is like a slippery try scored by Piri Weepu on a rainy day.
The flooding waters are like never-ending tears after your boyfriend breaks up with you.
The brave rescuers remind me of courageous super-heroes saving people by the minute.
Petrified witnesses are like incredible statues frozen with fright.
The moonlit night is like God's weeping eye, staring down at the destruction.
The destroyed bridge is like a crumbling biscuit after cookie monster attacked it with his teeth.
The smothered victims are like scared lost animals in quicksand, unable to escape certain death.
An exploding crater reminds me of a broken water main spouting its contents everywhere.
The slipping landslide is like a slippery try scored by Piri Weepu on a rainy day.
The flooding waters are like never-ending tears after your boyfriend breaks up with you.
The brave rescuers remind me of courageous super-heroes saving people by the minute.
Petrified witnesses are like incredible statues frozen with fright.
The moonlit night is like God's weeping eye, staring down at the destruction.
Taine and Jono's WW2 Excellent Writing
Hurtling bullets look like silver raindrops, falling from the sky.
Mortar shells remind me of cracking fireworks, exploding in the sky.
Armoured tanks are like heavy trucks on a logging road.
An evil Nazi is mean like a school bully, beating you senseless.
Battle ships make me think of large ferries cruising along the ocean.
Dirty trenches are like muddy ditches in your backyard.
A blackout curfew is like a dark nightmare you wish would end.
Stealth jets are just like highly trained ninjas, attacking your city.
Mortar shells remind me of cracking fireworks, exploding in the sky.
Armoured tanks are like heavy trucks on a logging road.
An evil Nazi is mean like a school bully, beating you senseless.
Battle ships make me think of large ferries cruising along the ocean.
Dirty trenches are like muddy ditches in your backyard.
A blackout curfew is like a dark nightmare you wish would end.
Stealth jets are just like highly trained ninjas, attacking your city.
Kayla's Wonderful Writing
Kayla’s Octopoem
Night Time
Iridescent stars make me think of small glow worms, sprinkled across the sky.
The full moon is like a sphere shaped cheese, waiting to be nibbled at with some fancy cheese.
Speckled owls sound like musical trumpets playing in an orchestra.
Evil glowing eyes are like red flash lights staring through me.
Shooting comets are like childish macaroni and glitter art that has been tossed in the sky and left hanging.
Grieving ghosts are empty souls spreading their sadness across the globe.
Freezing wind sounds a lot like howling werewolves, in search of their fluffy pals.
Night Time
Iridescent stars make me think of small glow worms, sprinkled across the sky.
The full moon is like a sphere shaped cheese, waiting to be nibbled at with some fancy cheese.
Speckled owls sound like musical trumpets playing in an orchestra.
Evil glowing eyes are like red flash lights staring through me.
Shooting comets are like childish macaroni and glitter art that has been tossed in the sky and left hanging.
Grieving ghosts are empty souls spreading their sadness across the globe.
Freezing wind sounds a lot like howling werewolves, in search of their fluffy pals.
Tuesday 29 May 2012
Interclass Endball Result
Yay, we won our first interclass game of 'endball' (18 - 8). Go Room Three!
School Cross Country
Congratulations to...
* Brooke 2nd
* Sebastiaan 3rd
* Seamus 7th
* Matthew 14th
Well done Room Three for pushing yourself to do your best!
* Brooke 2nd
* Sebastiaan 3rd
* Seamus 7th
* Matthew 14th
Well done Room Three for pushing yourself to do your best!
Sunday 27 May 2012
Saturday 19 May 2012
Saturday 12 May 2012
Saturday 5 May 2012
Shaya has turned Hairy McClary into a slide show
Click on the image below to read Shaya's picture book slide show.
Friday 4 May 2012
Carl's (Harry's) Picture Book Slide Show
Carl ('Harry') has turned a picture book into a slide show. Click on the image below to view the slide show.
Monday 30 April 2012
Caley's Limerick
There once was a man called Louis,
Who stepped in something quite gooey.
He gave people a fright,
When he screamed with delight,
Because he found it was chop suey.
Who stepped in something quite gooey.
He gave people a fright,
When he screamed with delight,
Because he found it was chop suey.
Sunday 29 April 2012
Monday 23 April 2012
Saturday 7 April 2012
Friday 30 March 2012
Saturday 24 March 2012
Friday 16 March 2012
Saturday 10 March 2012
Sunday 4 March 2012
Tuesday 21 February 2012
Saturday 18 February 2012
Sunday 12 February 2012
Friday 3 February 2012
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